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November 16, 2007
I cut your hair I called you home I hid my despair too often it has won taken its share and then some. You sat with me when nostalgia called to satisfy needs we donít need at all our love like water quickly receding like a mirror that has become self-defeating I guess we can only hope for a sea change to come separating us like a moat as we are no longer one. You put up shelves you talked of a future for an instant we felt like ourselves only miniatures there is no going back now is there.